Get off at the front door,
No matter where you are.”
But, oh, dear me. Just as Little Jack Rabbit hopped to the sidewalk a deep, growly voice said:
“What are you doing over here,
So far from the Bramble Patch?
If I were hungry I’d eat you up
As quick as I’d strike a match.”
“Oh, please don’t,” cried the little rabbit. “Please, Mr. Wicked Wolf, let me go just this once.” And unless Mr. Wicked Wolf gets dreadfully hungry all of a sudden, you shall hear what happened after that.
Mr. Wolf carries a big gunny sack
Over his shoulder and down his back.